A Taste for Experience
What begins as a casual conversation with a beautiful young man by a pool turns into an opportunity for a night of wild, uninhibited passion for sixty-five year old Clarissa when the handsome stranger reveals his very particular--and refined--taste in women. Will this once in a lifetime opportunity turn out to be more than a way to get back at her cheating husband? Warning: Explicit language! More
Clarissa is sixty-five and she's just found out that her husband of over forty years is cheating on her with a younger woman. Desperate for some space and time to consider her options, she decides to take a vacation at a popular resort. While sitting by the pool, a beautiful young man engages her in a conversation that seems to suggest he may be interested in more than a casual acquaintance. What begins as a chance encounter with a boy less than half her age turns into a once in a lifetime opportunity to indulge in a night of wild, uninhibited passion when the handsome stranger reveals his very particular--and refined--taste in women.
This is the first volume of the Taste for Romance series. Volume 2 is A Taste for Excitement.
This steamy 6,400 word erotic story about a mature, older woman and a sexy younger man is filled with graphic and explicit language and is intended for adults only. All characters are 18 or older.
"Why did you ask me to come?" she asked.
He twisted his mouth. "Why do women always ask me that?" There was a hint of exasperation in his voice. "If you were twenty-five you wouldn't ask. You'd already know."
She looked away, a flutter in her stomach.
"I find women your age attractive," he continued. "You know how to take care of yourselves. You're classy. You have style." He paused. "And you know what you're doing."
He picked up a pack of cigarettes off the table beside him and shook one out.
"Do you smoke?" he asked, picking up the lighter.
"Not for twenty years," she said, leaning down on her side. She held her head up with her hand and held her drink in the other, watching him.
"I don't either. Unless I'm planning on having sex."
Her heart skipped a beat. Bold. "Are you?"
"Yes." He took a long drag from the cigarette.
She pursed her lips. "You seem awfully confident, considering we've just met."
He tapped ashes into an ashtray that he'd perched on the arm of the chair.
"Clarissa, you're retired, not dead."
She froze. "How do you know my name?"
He took another sip of his drink and another drag from his cigarette. "I asked the girl running the desk. She wasn't hard to convince."
"I bet," she said, taking another drink.
"I gave her a twenty and a smile. She's not my type," he said. "Neither is the maid," he said, nodding at the rumpled sheets. "I just don't like being disturbed."
Clarissa felt the gin starting to take effect. The warmth in her throat was extending elsewhere, loosening her up.
"You're an interesting man," she said. As soon as she said it, she realized it was true. She'd taken him for nothing more than a male slut, but he was proving to be much more intriguing. And he hadn't said anything about money.
"That's because I hang around with interesting people," he said, setting his empty glass on the table. He got up from the chair and climbed onto the bed beside her, startling her, and making her pulse race.
"Most of my lovers are successful businesswomen and professionals. CEOs, book publishers, academics, politicians, doctors, art curators. You don't get those kinds of experiences from sorority girls."
"You really get around, don't you?" She wanted to pull away but was paralyzed by his odor. She wanted to taste him.
"Clarissa, I'm attracted to older women, I'm not dead," he said, taking the half-empty glass from her hand and setting it on the nightstand. "I still have the libido of a young man. I just have better taste."
He leaned in to kiss her.